Lyrics

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)He comes from a wasteland where stones misdeed into the nightthey pretend they feed him, then shoot him down in thesearch lightThey're putting words in your mouth so you talk like themdressing you up in a straight jacketWearing his straight jacket, taking his pay back in scarsshe lies beside him and tells him that life's not too hardThey're putting words in your mouth so you talk like themdressing you up in a straight jacketCaught by the fear and the anger of all you despisewanting the feeling of eden, you've learnt how to die------------------------------------------------------------He comes from the wastelandWhere stone streets lead into the nightThey greet him and feed himThen shoot him downYeuTiengAnh.com: Chúng tôi phát hiện truy cập không hợp lệ.Bạn cần đợi 0 minutes 52 seconds nữa mới có thể xem đầy đủ.